May 16th I think therefore I am

 

May 16^th  I think therefore I am

 

I have a voice inside my head.

Well; my voice…

And this conversation with myself

Is sort of continual.

Snatches and snippets of words and phrases

Come and go.

But there is little flow. And not only words…

Disjointed, fragmented images and flashes of memories past.

I call that thinking.

 

Maybe I think too much for my own good

Some people say so

Other people say ‘no, no. The fact is you don’t think as much as you should’       (Paul Simon)

 

I look at something

And words form in my head:

Isn’t that beautiful…

I wonder why…

What would happen if…

Instantly, continuously… and then gone..

Sometimes random words, that make little sense

Swim into my conscious with little intent.

Singular words of description,

Or of feelings that settle and stay,

Or words of exclamation and dismay.

But the essence of my thinking is in words

I think in words.

 

I think therefore I am

But I only think I think

How do I know I think

I think…                                               Boot the dog.

(cognito ergo sum) Descartes 1637.

 

 

My thinking by nature does meander.

And, as I get older

Wander it does, even more and more

Focus and concentration becomes more difficult

And mental laziness drifts in.

Thinking.

I am out of practise.

I do not work any more,

I do not have to challenge and to prove myself,

I do not worry about Scouting and Show.

(But I still do a bit of writing though.)

 

I am thinking:

Covid hasn’t helped

And lack of argument and conversation and colour and scenery change.

I need to get out more

To get my brain working more.

 

Writing this piece has taken thought.

Searching for what I want to say,

Getting, ordering and phrasing the right line.

Inserting random meter and random rhyme.

(almost)

 

 

Final thought:

Mixing Paul Simon, Boot the dog and therefore Descartes

Is like splashing paint about and calling it art.

I think.